i can afford no distraction at present.


it aint as easy as it looks.
having days stolen from you.
having artistic freedom slip from grasp.
having your time drawn into an indistinguishable flux.
some decisions are beyond me.
but something else tells me, they wont be staying that way for long.


the past week has rendered me sheer.
too readable.
too understood.
this temporal state of literalism shall cease to exist hereafter.


and i dont feel right
when you're gone away.

perfection at 6:56 PM